#i just dont know at what point they make the leap

[seratopia]

vi x reader (fluff) - modern au ; around the house

→ she/her pronouns!

self-indulgent, personal headcannons i have for VI! suggestive and pervy! you've been warned!

an absolute BEAST if she sees you around the house in your loungewear. you won't be able to walk by the kitchen, do laundry, ANYTHING without her hand somewhere on your ass.

she especially loves when you wear just an oversized tee and underwear; goes apeshit if the shirt lifts and she catches a glimpse of your butt while you're doing something mundane like reach for a mug on a shelf.

It's a lazy Sunday at Vi's apartment, meaning that the both of you have most likely haphazardly thrown on each other's clothes as a slim effort at modesty.

Vi has on a raggedy black wifebeater, no bra of course, and some random pair of plaid boxers. You've thrown on a shirt you found on the floor, which you didn't know said, "BIG DICK IS BACK IN TOWN" until you looked in the mirror. Oh well.

Suspecting that Vi would probably be playing Call of Duty in her room or something, you frolick off to the kitchen, thinking you can just make yourself lunch and binge a Netflix show.

You were very wrong. She already started getting bored as soon as she entered the lobby, thinking too much about how she should be with you since you're at her flat anyway.

Discarding her headset to the side, Vi leaps off of her desk chair, excitedly wandering around the apartment to see if she could find you. And she does, finding you reaching up on a shelf for a bowl.

Her eyes aren't on you though, moreso on the literal SLIVER of ass that shows as the t-shirt lifts. You're standing on your tippy-toes too, since Vi purposefully puts the bowls on the top shelf for this exact reason.

Whilst stirring your ramen, you feel a rough palm slide up against where your thighs and ass meet, giving you a good squeeze. It's almost ignorable at this point, since she does it so often. Vi's all up on you, gently pinching your butt before sliding her palms up onto your waist. She pulls you into her as you stir up your ramen, aligning up her front to your back.

A kiss is pressed to your nape, before she leans her cheek on your shoulder. A whiny groan escapes her lips, where she squeezes your waist tight.

"Mmph, you're so cute... you know that?" She murmurs into your ear, like she can't handle it.

The airy giggle that escapes your lips almost has Vi's head spinning, in which she rests her chin on your shoulder to see what's on the stove.

"What'cha making?" She asks, and you affectionately place your hand on top of hers.

"Shin. You wanna share?" You answer, turning the stove off as steam starts to wafe from the pot.

You feel a nod against your shoulder. "Mhm."

౨ৎ ――

has these strangeeee cravings/struggle meals, mannerisms too. she grew up in prison for most of her teenage-to-adult life, so she had to get creative when it came to food she wanted to eat.

sometimes she'd crush up dry ramen noodles and sprinkle the flavoring packet as a snack, or dip plain bread in applesauce

she will eat ANYTHING, no complaints, she's seen the worst, probably has a stomach of steel

she eats so fast too, so quickly. like those reels about the girl taking her time to eat and the boyfriend finishing his meal in 20 seconds.

i reckon she eats alot too, either fast metabolism, or just that she burns alot of calories in general from being so active.

her body runs warm

DUDE she'll look at people weird too; i feel like she has a staring problem sometimes. if you're at a sephora or something she'll give you some space, but then stare at you from afar like some creep

(i dont know anything about prison)

Over the years of dating Vi, you're noticed the 'prison' behavior that never really washed out of her. She's opened up a lot to you about her experience in jail; what she was in for, how she felt, the types of thing she's had to do to get by. You treat the subject with upmost gentleness, something that Vi's never really used to as someone who's been traumatized her entire life.

You've started to see reoccurring comfort meals that she eats sometimes. Once, you asked Vi if she wanted anything from the supermarket while you out. She texted you; can u get me cheese ritz crackers.

It's almost like you knew Vi was up to something silly; when you came home with the crackers, she did a little, "oooh, yay!" before pressing a wet kiss to your cheek.

"Why'd you want these?" You asked, kicking off your shoes at the door.

She grabbed the packet from your hand, in which you notice a tender, nostalgic expression on her face as she peered at the packaging.

"Mac & cheese." She just said with a cheeky grin, heading over to the kitchen.

You watch as she would scrape the cheese filling off the crackers, put them into a bowl, and melt them down in the microwave with a bit of butter and milk. While that's happening, she'd boil a packet of instant noodles, and then dump the noodles into the 'sauce' and stir it up.

"Y'know, I made this a lot in jail. It's my favorite." She'd explain to you with a full mouth, groaning with every bite she took.

And now, sometimes you make it, just to make Vi happy.

౨ৎ ――

your first christmas with Vi was super cute. though Vi used to celebrate christmas in early childhood, she doesn't really remember it. christmas time during jail was just receiving small goody bags from charities; nothing heartfelt or meaningful.

vi almost doesn't know what to do with herself during christmas, especially when you're feeling all festive and making gentle decorations around the apartment.

she used to not care about holidays, but now she does, because you do <3

Knelt on the soft, carpeted floor of your apartment, you sit across from Vi. She has on these silly Christmas-themed pajama pants on that you gifted her mid-December, along with the hoodie she likes to sleep in the most. You're bundled up in warm pajamas, complete with a silly Santa hat on top of your head.

Reaching underneath the decorated tree, you pull out a wrapped parcel, handing it to your girlfriend with a warm, excited smile. The way she looks at the present is so confused, so awkwardly cute. Hesitantly, she takes it in her hand.

"Is this for me?"

"Duh! Yes, you can open it." You say with a smile.

You watch as Vi peels back the layers of colorful wrapping paper with a tiny smile on her face, fighting the urge to pull your phone out and start recording like a proud parent.

A little gasp escapes your breath when Vi finally reveals the present; a black, cat-eared beanie you crocheted for her in secret weeks prior. The way her face utterly lights up has your heart melting inside. You realize how big this might be for her; one of her first real Christmases, one of her first real handmade gifts.

She peers up at you, with the beanie in her lap. "Did you make this?"

You nod. "Yeah, you wear beanies a lot so, I thought a kitty-cat one would be cute."

You watch as Vi's face starts to twist whilst looking down at the beanie, her eyebrows loosening while her chin starts to wrinkle just a little bit. She quickly sinks her head low, using the sleeve of her hoodie to wipe away at fat tears that dribble down her cheek.

At first you don't know how to handle it, until you shuffle closer to her on your knees, placing your hand on her knee. After sniffling a few times, she looks to you with reddened eyes, a quivering lip.

Setting the beanie aside onto the carpet, Vi hoists you closer to her with two palms by your sides. She wraps you up in a warm, tight bear hug, digging her cheek into the side of your neck with sniffles against your ear. Vi practically rings all the air out of you with her strong arms, but you tolerate it anyway because you know it's all love.

Smiling, you soothe her with a pat on her shoulder, trying your best to match her level of hug-strength. You then feel muffled words against your shoulder, before Vi sits up.

You can barely ask what she said before Vi tenderly pulls you into her with arms around your shoulders, pressing up her soft lips against yours. The tears on her cheek smear onto your face as Vi pokes and prods at your mouth with her lips, kissing you sweetly with the tiniest sobs in between.

When finished, she hugs you tight again, almost knocking you over onto the carpet.

"I love you." *sniffle* "I'll keep it forever."

౨ৎ ――

she's a thighs girl, through and through. you literally have to watch when you wear shorts or a skirt because she'll go apeshit like a pubescent teenaged boy.

does dumb in the head when you sit and your thighs squish up against the chair, ESPECIALLY if you sit on her lap.

likes to grope em up with her hands, or rest her head on them

sucking hickeys on them is fun too ;)))))))

"Vi, you really gotta stop doing this in public."

You say with as much of a serious tone as possible, crossing your arms whilst looking up at her. You're both towards the back of the Sephora, amidst searching for a specific perfume that you wanted to try.

Vi only replies with a cheeky smirk, crossing her own arms before trailing her eyes back down towards your thighs. She's insufferable.

"Doing whaaat?" She slyly asks, shifting her weight onto one side.

"Feeling me up like a perv, that's what!" You exclaim in fake annoyance, walking away from her and quickly busying yourself with one of the isles of lipgloss.

Vi makes light grabby hands as she chases after you, playfully whining while you test out a gloss color on the back of your hand.

"But you're so soffttttt-"

Your glare is enough to silence her, walking away like a kicked puppy to make odd mixtures with the makeup testers.

౨ৎ ――

she's such a goofy goober at heart <333

it's the small silly things that make you giggle the most; putting something odd on her head, staring at you with funny faces, mewing at you, tickling your sides; kid-like stuff.

and when you playfully roll your eyes, she'll just respond with the cheekiest, cat-got-the-cream kind of smile.

she'll go to great, weird lengths to hear you chuckle or laugh.

cackling with her is rare, but literal gold like i'm talking tears coming out the eyes, flip flopping like a fish while laughing, lightly hitting eachother on the arm, scream laughing.

Your girlfriend practically beckons you over to the Spencer's with a spring in her step. Letting her wave you over like an excited puppy, you step into the dark store, whilst Vi eagerly heads over to the t-shirt section. She has a thing for gag-gifts, like odd mugs or silly socks.

You let Vi loose like a child into a park, while you stare at the odd cups and lanyards. Browsing through the very extensive belt collection towards the back of the store, you notice a familiar head of pink hair out the corner of your eye.

"Babes, look!"

If she had a tail it'd be wagging right now, holding a wad of dark grey cloth in between both of her silver-ringed hands. With a sly smile on her face, unraveling the ball of cloth in her hand to put up a large shirt.

It says "two-seater" in the middle, one arrow pointing to the neck of the shirt, while the other points to the bottom of it.

You short, your eyes flickering from the big shirt to Vi's smug face.

"It's perfect for you." You say, and she eagerly nods, folding it over her forearm. She then gives you this silly look, like fluttering her lashes and peering at you with oddly pursed lips. She looks half like a baby that ate a lemon, half like a peasant begging for food.

She steps closer to you, holding the shirt and tugging on your sleeve.

"Can I wear it while you sit on my-"

You harshly hit her on the arm, in which Vi rubs where you hit with fake hurt.

"Shhh, people will hear!"

She stops you before you turn away towards the belts with a hand on your arm, goofily fluttering her eyelashes at you like it's actually going to work. She does that thing you like, ghosting her hand onto your side with a little squeeze.

"...."

The cashier gives you both a look when Vi hands them a few dollar bills, placing the shirt into a paper bag while scroll through your phone.

౨ৎ ――

extras:

knows how to do that thing where she presses her palm onto your lower tummy while finger-fucking you to make you cum faster

i see her at-home outfit as a band/silly tshirt with the sleeves torn off, plaid boxers, and mismatched fandom socks

sends you godawful memes when you text

never learned to spell properly; sometimes gets certain words wrong too and its a little funny

takes up the whole damn bed, snores, it's like she's having a seizure once she shuts eyes

your first impressions of her are flirty, nonchalant-ish???, and overall genuine. once your relationship gets deep, you start seeing how silly she is, her smaller flaws, how she actually acts around people she loves

© 𝒔𝒆𝒓𝒂𝒕𝒐𝒑𝒊𝒂.

[love-byers]

the first time i saw this, when i was NOT a byler shipper, i thought el was running TO mike. i thought we were getting a sweet moment where el runs to mike and he puts an arm around her or hugs her.

then i realized she was running away from him. 

and i was like, why?? they're supposed to be the couple why does she not want his comfort??

and even after will calls her out on doing mike wrong by lying to him, even after she sees that mike is attempting to talk to her and comfort her, that he's not angry at her, she still tells angela to lie to mike. more lies. that's how much she cares about keeping up the persona. had angela lied to mike, el would've continued lying to him the entire week. something she knows in her heart is wrong and not fair to mike.

this is a theme in s4. putting who you want to be seen as before being honest with your bf/gf. going above and beyond to preserve your lie, to be seen as who you want to be.

chrissy does that with jason. who she portrays herself as is completely different than who she really is and what she's really going through. jason has absolutely no idea chrissy is struggling and refused to believe chrissy would buy drugs, because chrissy didn't want to tell him. who knows how jason would've reacted if chrissy was honest, we don't know because chrissy didn't trust him enough to tell him. that's not love at all, that's sad.

this is a point in s2 as well. murray calls nancy out for being afraid to be her true self, and she stays with steve because she doesn't have to be her true self around him. she is her true self when she's with jonathan, and that's why they worked together. that's love.

the exact same thing happens with chrissy. the first time we see her genuinely smile is when she's with eddie. she's sweet and charismatic, and had she lived she totally would've gone to eddie's show, something you never would've expected from her, something her boyfriend, the person she pretends to love, would NEVER do.

robin and steve reinforce this too

you fall in love with the person who makes you feel accepted, the person who makes you feel like you can be who you are. the person you trust with your true self.

mike and el don't trust each other enough, they don't understand each other well enough.

they would have to change their behavior towards each other by leaps and bounds, and we're already at the last season. there is no time for that. stranger things isn't a multi season show about the complexity of romantic relationships and the healthy way to resolve problems. there is no time for that in just about any movie or show, especially a sci-fi show. you know what's way easier and way more likable? pairing your character with someone they naturally click with, who bring out the best in each other and for some reason can't help but be their authentic selves when they're with each other.

did it with jancy, like i said earlier

did it with lumax. when lucas and max talked on the bus max found herself spewing about things she'd never even said out loud before, and she had to stop herself. something about lucas just made her feel comfortable, like she could be herself and tell the truth. she trusted him.

"You're nothing like your brother, okay? You're cool and different, you're super smart, and you're like, totally tubular."

jopper too! joyce constantly had to hide things from bob, she was insecure about their family not being normal.

"This is not a normal family."

"It could be."

though bob had good intentions, the message of the show is not trying to be normal when you aren't. whatever it is about you that makes you weird or different, whatever you've been through that changed you, stay true to it. dont bottle it up and try to be someone else. all of vecnas victims in s4 were doing this, and it didn't end well for them.

they even did it with dustin and suzie. dustin constantly tries to impress max with his teeth, then in season 3 he says suzie thinks kissing is better without teeth. he doesn't have to be insecure about that or try to impress her. she likes him for him.

mike isn't comfortable being his true self around el either. he's insecure about his interests, he feels like he has to act older and cooler to impress her.

you shouldn't be with the person you feel you have to impress. you should be with the person who relieves that pressure, who makes you feel like being the authentic you is enough.

jonathan and nancy, lucas and max, joyce and hopper, dustin and suzie,

cough WILL AND MIKE cough...

[knightsickness]

Rhaenyra being a good person and ruler is not boring. Ned was boring?

was considering answering this with ‘lose the question mark’ but that felt mean i do like ned i think hes a good character. and the thing is ned is a boring guy on a personal level all characters agree but he isnt a boring character nice ≠ boring i dont need everyone to be evil. i dont dislike rhaenyra just bc shes soso nice and i only like villains

i dont know when ‘a character having strong motivations and flaws makes them more compelling than a character who is inoffensively nice’ became controversial i would consider it character writing 101. hotd fans leap down your throat about it bc of the teams discourse. ‘aegon was more interesting than rhaenyra in season 2’ isnt an aegon rules rhaenyra drools team green argument it is objectively true aegon is more motivated and he does more

it is not compelling character stuff and an insult to emma’s abilities that they wont let rhaenyra do anything or have any motivations apart from a) peace shes a pacifist and doesnt want to be in the war she is a de facto leader in except maybe she does want to be in the war? (dragonseeds) b) the stupid prophecy c) the throne but she refuses to have a war about it bc see point a). and she states these motivations every episode but theyre actively contradictory so as a result she just doesnt do anything shes almost entirely reactive. if she really cares so much about not having a war and harming her people there are many actions she could take to change that and make a peace but she wont do that bc she wants her father’s throne (far more sentimental and niceys than anything as selfish and crass as her ugh just wanting the throne) and believes she has to be queen and is the chosen one bc of the prophecy. but she doesnt want a war bc women are wise and war is bad so so so she got main character screentime and did almost nothing in eight episodes. end of season 2 even though the war has been literally happening around her people are still talking about when rhaenyra is going to recognise this and start acting like it. a goalpost that has been moved from lukes death to jaces death bc lukes death affected her and her policy veryy little considering how confident everyone was that this means WAR get ready for a NEW DARK RHAENYRA a mothers RAGE. and that just didnt happen at all

baela and to a lesser extent rhaenys also get hit w this really hard theyre a blandly inoffensive Strong Female Character slurry being smeared on my face like im a baby and id get scared if they had any selfish desires. and this does work at pleasing people who are already tb fanatics yayy girlboss imagine liking the creeps on tg over these characters who are women who are nice but it makes for dull characters and plotlines it insults the ability of the audience to like women unless theyre completely sandblasted of anything potentially controversial. i have no idea what motivates baela to fight for rhaenyras cause other than ‘shes jaces nice girlfriend’. and thats really bad !! ned cat brienne sansa dany etc wanted and did things characters can be nice and morally good and motivated and compelling

[skelliko]

☆- Tokyo revengers

-how they'd confess to you (their crush)

๑-featuring: kazutora, chifuyu, Baji

°- Kazutora hanemiya

• the second his feelings for you grew he'd try and shut them away, almost refusing himself to like someone like that

• as the days, weeks and even months went past and you both talking more his feelings grew too big for his poor heart and would try to escape him

• he'd unintentionally do or say things that might hint his feelings and doesn't even realise it until he's alone and is looking back at the interaction, he would immediately mentally kick himself thinking he did something bad whilst repeatedly calling himself 'stupid'

• at some point he took hold of your hand and inspected your nails without asking you and without thinking, "your hands are soft" he'd softly mentioned

• another time that might have showed his feelings was when he went in to hug you when you both decided to hang out, a hug is normal sure but it was the way he did it, pressed together and his cheek laid down on your head, it wasn't his full intention

• he doesn't want to lose you at all and grows jealous very easily of others who your talking to, if anything even a little protective

• from afar in school if he notices you talking to other guys even if you've clarified their not who you'd go for romantically he'd still keep an eye on you, watching from afar with sharp eyes almost waiting for a moment to leap in

• oh if looks can kill he'd probably have killed every guy you have possibly interacted with without you knowing

• after school he'd walk up to you if you're alone and would ask you about what you were talking about with another guy, what and why?

• 'why him, why not me?' though he never asked you that and never will

• his jealousy would be noticeable sometimes as the time went on and he even knows it but can't hide it and it frustrates him for not being able to

• he'd rant about his feelings and you to Baji and would jump from being angry at himself to being in awe when he mentions you

• his breaking point was when you told kazutora that someone had confessed to you but you turned it down, he'd worry that someday he might be in that same situation as the previous guy, and for that he wouldn't talk to you for a week

• kazutora would believe that you dont deserve someone like him, that you're better off with someone else

• well he tried to ignore you, he didn't talk to you but you came and talked to him and he wasn't gonna be mean and shut you down, how could he? you're almost his everything, shutting you away would mean he's intentionally putting himself in misery

• he'd still beat himself up and self sabotage but one day in lesson while thinking about you and taking secret glances at you, his leg would bounce up and down with nervousness

• he'd see your smile, hear your laugh and voice and with that his mind was made up, he needed to make you his

• on the same day while walking you home he took a deep breath and silently let it go to calm his nerves down

• his confession was a bit impulsive

• "I like you... a lot" he'd blurt it out after a minute of silence between you to, in his mind he decided to go ahead and 'fuck it'

• he tried to look you in the eyes but he couldn't and would look away after a second or two

• his expression was calm but deep down boy was panicking and a total mess, his heart beat increasing and the urge to just hug you right there and then was too much for him, he didn't even know your answer yet

• "let me call you mine, and I, yours"

°- Chifuyu matsuno

• at first he didn't want his feelings to grow any more than they already have due to him having self doubt in himself

• the more time you guys hung out and talked the more he noticed how his feelings grew

• he loves to listen to you rant about certain topics even if he doesn't know what you're talking about, he'd nod along and keep listening just to hear your voice and keep your attention on him and no one else

• he'd share his food with you

• for a few times when he'd read his manga, in his mind briefly he'd think of the two main love interests as him and you, making himself feel giddy and that was when his thoughts to confess developed

• he'd be subtle about it yet pretty obvious at the same time without even noticing it himself

• whenever he'd see you talking to another guy he'd stand off in the distance and keep an eye on the two of you just observing, he'd grow jealous but not to the extent as kazutora- though he did wish he could walk on over there and stand behind you while looking at the guy like your guard dog

• he'd be both nervous and excited in confessing to you (he wussed out 5 times)

• one of the times was when you both decided to hang out and there was comfortable silence while he walked you back home, his mind was racing as this could be a good opportunity but while preparing his words in his mind over and over you both neared your home and he decided to give it up for the day

• another opportunity he turned down was another hang out, but he specifically wanted to hang out so he could confess to you, but every little thing you'd do and say would make his heart skip a beat and fuzz up his brain, he was love struck

• and then every other opportunity was the same and ended the same too, with a love letter.

• he'd carry around a love letter in his bag or pocket in hopes of finding his courage to give it to you, either by placing it in your school locker or on your desk or slipping it underneath your house door and then message you to check your door. however he didn't do neither of them.

• he would make up scenarios in his head on how he would and in all of those scenarios he'd make himself full of courage and you always saying yes to his confession, and that would boost his ego but the second he's back in reality his ego and confidence gets flattened

• he'd try and get advice from his friends but not straight up admit that he has a crush (apart from Baji, he knows) he'd ask his friends 'how would you guys confess to someone?'

• though they would immediately catch on about his 'little' crush after that question, though the answers chifuyu hoped for wasn't what he was looking for since they all started to tease and question him instead

• a crisp and clean white envelope with a neatly written love letter inside

• he was encouraging himself behind a corner in school with the love letter in his hand. he had to rewrite it because it started to get crumpled up for the long period of time it had been in his bag and then transferred in his pockets too much

• he finally decided that he lingered over the thought for too long and today was the day he'll finally confess

• while making his way to your locker to slip the letter through the lined gaps he had accidentally bumped into someone due to him not paying attention to his surroundings but instead focusing on his plan so that he doesn't back out

• seeing you this close in the situation that he's putting himself into wasn't helping at all since he was already a bit of a nervous mess to begin with but the tried so hard to contain his emotions

• he had dropped the letter and his heartbeat increased upon seeing that he had bumped into you (quite cliché I know)

• as he apologized for walking into you, you had picked up the envelope and tried to give it back to chifuyu, though he didn't take it back, he just started at it while being deep in thought

• "I... uhh..." he'd stumble on his word a little bit but soon enough he mentally slapped himself and told him to man the fuck up.

• "keep it, the letter is yours. I wrote it for you and meant to give it to you for a long while, you don't have to read it now and I'd probably prefer you not to"

• he'd nervously laugh a little at the end due to the thought of you reading it in front of him put him a little on edge, though a part of him also kind of wanted you to, just to see your reaction

• either way though, he'll be waiting for your response soon

°- Baji Keisuke

• he's gained a good few confessions in the past but would always turn them down, so when he started talking to you and you seemed to not gain any feelings for him that would make his interest perk up

• his ego was quite big but wouldn't use that to his advantage nor brag about it, he'd just always be expecting something but then get shocked and confused if what usually happens doesn't happen

• and it's not like you guys would talk a lot though, majority of the times it's him who starts a conversation despite sitting next to each other in class

• he'd be aware of his own feelings for you but would just brush it off like a 'whatever' thing and think it'd pass by (that never happened)

• whenever he could when you're up and about the classroom talking to your friends he'd sit back and look at you without noticing he's staring

• he'd only look away if he sees you take a step or shuffle a little causing his heartbeat to increase hoping you didn't catch him

• he's a bit of a tsundere

• he wouldn't want to admit to himself that he likes you but soon enough at night while thinking about you he fully realises the extent to his feelings, "ah shit" he'd whisper to himself

• he'd panic, it was that sort of thing where before you couldn't care less about something but upon noticing the extent of it your whole mindset had changed causing you to shift emotions about it

• he'd be in denial but at the same time also accept it, it wasn't a bad thing for him, he just hated being all sappy and hates that turning feeling in his stomach when thinking about you

• if he can't remember math equations it's cause he's been trying to memorize your schedule, what time you come in school, where you go at breaks, who you talk to, the basics

• but he wouldn't ask you those questions, he's observant half the time and would eavesdrop at any given chance he could get and gain information about you that way

• though that doesn't mean he won't talk to you, as mentioned before he will come to you and talk.

• he'd ask for help with his work and secretly he'd be smug about it cause he got your attention

• he'd warm up to you slowly and tease you a lot at any chance he can get and he enjoys your reactions and loves it even more when you talk back in the same attitude as him showing that you can return the same energy

• he'd randomly message you with a singular letter in the dead of night knowing that your asleep, just so he gets a message from you in the morning even if it's a question mark or the same letter

• example: o

• and then from there he'd make a conversation and shamelessly ask you about the other guy that you talked with at lunch (someone's a little jealous)

• he'd be deep in thought at the thought of being in a possible relationship with you, was it what he wanted? was it something that you wanted?

• he'd think over many different scenarios that could possibly happen, from how'd it be like being in a relationship with you, what he would do, what you would do. and he'd always catch himself smiling at just the thought of you

• it was a bit of an impulsive decision, like kazutora had

• one day he asked you to meet up and you agreed and half way through the hang out he'd spill his guts out

• "I like you, I can't remember the last time I had control over my own mind since you came in"

• he hates the sappy stuff, he mentally cringed after he said that but when it came to you he'd feel all mushy on the inside and felt like he needed to be around you all the time, in a way he couldn't help it all

• he'd be a little nervous at first but after he said the first few words of his confession he grew confident and would carry on with the confidence

• his sharp eyes would soften as he waited for your response, his heartbeat increasing and open for you

 ♡ -----

[drchucktingle]

mr. dr. chuck, i'm a few months ago i told a doc of mine that i believe i'm on the spectrum (after yeeeears of considering all the reasons why i thought so) and she agreed with me. then i came to some conclusions about members of my family. then i started melting down and haven't really recovered.

i'm in my 30's, but my life feels like it's been the mistake-addled 24th year for over a decade. people, choices, wants, they feel like things that were silly blips and not of much substance. i'm tired and my body hurts, so it feels harder to get to things i need. doctors don't seem like they can be trusted because of all the other ways i show up in the world.

i'm worried about my life and my future, and it feels like my magic is gone (or that i can't touch it right now). do you have any words of wisdom for someone who found out this really big thing about themselves kind of late?

thank you.

hello buckaroo thank you for writing. first of all i will say MOST IMPORTANT thing to remember is that it is okay and valid to FEEL the way that you feel. your reaction to this news or any news really is not wrong. that does not mean you cant wish for another reaction or WORK TOWARDS another reaction, but in grand cosmic sense this is just your way. YOUR TROT IS VALID and we all have our own unique way. sometimes that path is an easy path with sunny days and smiles and a glorious view, and sometimes it is through the darkness of shadows or crawling through the old bog. we can PREFER one path over the other, but neither is WRONG.

when giving advice old chuck tries to not PROJECT what i think YOU should do because that is not really the point. this is your trot to trot and i do not think it is my place to act like some authority of your way. what chuck can do is tell you MY story of diagnosis and how it made ME feel and maybe you can take little pieces of that for yourself.

chuck learned of way on autism spectrum when i was in early twenties by doctor who said 'yes this is your way'. when i learned of my spectrum way my reaction was: wow this is very very cool i am so lucky because all of my heroes are autistic and now i am in this RADICAL CLUB. we are special and unique and DANG what a treat wish i could have a membership card in my wallet to show all my buds.

now obviously this is not everyones reaction, but as starting off point i wonder what it would have meant to my future if the news would have HIT ME IN A BAD WAY. if i would have felt let a dang robot alien who didnt belong. maybe id be swimmin through the bog ever since.

thing is I LIKE ROBOT ALIENS they are very cool. doctor did not MAKE me different, i was different already, our talks just popped a nice little name on it for me to take or leave. i took the name proudly because DATA from stars trek (certified robot alien) is exactly how i already felt and dang what a cool character and dang what a great life. so was DAVID BYRNE. so was every cool buckaroo artist that i liked. cowboys are OUTSIDER HEROES and that is how my autism makes me feel.

so like i said, i do not know about YOUR way, but MY WAY of hearing this news was heaps of joy and excitement. i will also say that it is very DIFFICULT to find this reaction later if your first leap is feeling in a sad way about it. so maybe if you want to trot back in your mind to those first few steps it would be helpful. maybe mentally trot to where you were pushed off a dang cliff and think "well was i pushed off a cliff or was i just told 'hey bud youve been floating this whole time?"'

because if youve been floating then DANG thats a lot of power. thats not falling. you can float up, you can float down, you can float side to side.

the next thing i will say AS AND ARTIST is that years of toiling and feeling aimless are NEVER actually aimless when it comes to creation. and to LIVE in a human body is to be an artist, because you are CONSTANTLY CREATING the future. when i am writing and i dont have an idea for my next book that can be frustrating, but it is also PART of the process. if i walk to the store to rustle up my mind, or wander around the park, or spend a whole WEEK feeling weird because of writers block THAT IS ALL PART OF MAKING GREAT ART. that is not wasted time. in other words, your years of toiling are not wasted time, that is just the process we all have when we are creating a future masterpiece.

[rius-cave]

I would like to hear whats your personal opinion on Adam's "actual" body proportions?

I really LOVE when people make him fat/chubby 'cause i like my men CHONKY, but i've seen a few people commenting that "he's not actually fat, it's just his robe that's large", even though Lucifer has commented, on series, that he "let himself go since Eden" and we all *know* what that saying stands for 😑

So, in your opinion, is he "fat" or "it's just the robe", even though i dont think it does matter when the subject is fanart and/or fan interpretation

See anon, this is kind of funny because, as you know, I'm a big Adam fan, and I'll fight tooth and nail with anyone who says he's not fat. But, unlike literally every other Adam fan... I don't have any affection in particular for fat people lolol.

That's not to say I don't like it, what I mean is whether a character (or person) is fat or not doesn't change anything for me. If you don't mind some personal info, lately I've been identifying with the pandemisexual label, and I've noticed that also carries over to fictional characters a lot for me lololol. What's relevant about this is, if I like a character, it's first and foremost for their personality and emotional attachment I have to them, and THEN after that I'll end up liking however they look. If Adam was skinny I'd love his slenderness, if Adam was fatter I'd love him like that too.

So after that riu lore dump that nobody asked for, my point is, my feelings are mostly neutral towards fat people, which is why I know it's not bias or wishful thinking when I say that Adam is absolutely fucking fat lolol, and I think it doesn't make sense why people argue against that so vehemently. Why do you say he's not fat? Because he could NOT be? And what if he was?? What's so wrong with that?

The robe argument is interesting because, well, SURE, it could be just his robe, but why complicate it so much and make such a big leap for him to not be fat? He looks fat, he's probably fat, end of story. Sometimes the easiest explanation is the true explanation guys.

Like, it also just makes sense??? Adam is shown to be lazy and eats a whole plate of ribs in one sitting, it would just make sense for his character. I just don't understand why we need to complicate things so much and make so many mental leaps to say that he's not fat lol, like why does it matter to you so much that he's not?

[assortedgoods123]

Severus Snape x chatty!reader Soulmate AU

Writers block with stardew valley stuff so im trying something totally different to shake the cobwebs loose

do ppl still need to say they dont fuck with jkr or is it a given at this point? (genuine question)

*meet-cute!!!*

*this reader has titties and gender neutral pronouns*

Walking quickly, your eyes are glued to your phone as you round the corner of a street in London. You are already running late for a meeting but you absolutely refuse to deal with your coworker's bullshit without something caffeinated in your hands.

Just as you are about to look up and find the entrance to the cafe you frequent, you slam into something. You squeak out a nervous gasp when you realize it wasn't a lamp post, but a person.

"Ohmygosh I am so so so sorry!" You say, frantically digging in your bag for your horde of cocktail napkins. Your eyes flit nervously over the stranger, realizing you're both covered in his drink order. Dabbing at his torso with your little napkins, his silence makes you about a thousand times more anxious.

"I really am so so sorry, I wasn't looking where I was going, it's totally my fault." You stammer out, glancing at up at his face while you pat pat pat his chest with your napkins.

Your poor little heart, already beating like a hummingbird in your chest, leaps into your throat at the sight of the hottest fucking guy you've ever seen in your life. The kind of hottie you would chase down the street to throw yourself at. You've done very embarrassing things to get a chance to know people who are far less good-looking than this man in front of you now. And because you were too preoccupied with your phone, you're almost certain you won't be walking away with his number.

And he's frozen, staring at you with a weird look on his face. Definitely the worst first impression you could have possibly made.

Never one for fits of grace, you frown and say, "People as attractive as you should come with an escape lever." You throw the soggy napkins in the trash nearby and add, "I hate embarrassing myself in front of hot people."

Still not getting a response, you turn and look up at him. "You gonna say anything handsome?"

-

Severus Snape has never been rendered this speechless in his entire life.

The day the courts ruled him not guilty enough for Azkaban was certainly shocking, but even that paled in comparison to what he was experiencing now.

He was leaving his favorite coffee shop when he bumped into a muggle. People are clumsy, it happens. But then, instead of apologizing and running away from the tall scary man, they started talking to him. The sweetest, softest voice Severus had ever heard, telling him he's... hot. Attractive. Handsome.

Every single time anyone has ever shown interest in him in public, Severus has immediately and viciously shut them down. Far better to come across as an asshole upfront than to be humiliated and heartbroken later.

But now, he had this sweet little muggle running their warm hands all over his chest in a matter of seconds. Before he could snarl at them to back off, he looked down and, well.

What was already a very low-cut top was now soaked with tea, becoming slightly translucent. Half of Severus was now laser-focused on the stretch of the damp fabric over your tits, while the other half was screaming at him to get a hold of himself.

You asked him a question, he realizes. Jerking his head around to face you properly, he blurts out, "Huh?"

Oh he's doomed, he thinks.

-

You gasp and grab his arm, "Oh no I'm already so late I need to go right now but listen, here's a bit of money to buy yourself a new drink it's the least I can do I'm so so sorry for running into you and dashing away but I really am late it was nice to meet you bye!"

Hustling away, you sigh and hope you run into him again. Such a shame you couldn't stay and flirt longer. Checking your watch, you growl and break into a jog. Fuck this day, you think.

-

"Fuck this day" Severus mutters, before heading down an alley to dissipate home. Just like him to meet someone who actually thinks he's attractive only for them to be so late they have to literally run.

It was only a fraction of a moment, but Severus knows it'll be the thing keeping him from falling down a pit of despair some nights.

Hating himself as he does it, he sniffs the money you handed him. It smells like your perfume. He sets it aside on his dresser.

Pathetic virgin, he thinks.

Later that night, however, he wakes with a gasp. "Idiot idiot idiot!" He snarls, yanking the covers away from himself. "You were so focused on them you forgot to check your soul mark" He glowers at himself in the mirror before lifting his tongue. There, on the underside, is a swirl unique to him and his soulmate.

His heart skips a beat when he sees it glitter in the dingy bathroom lighting. It's activated. And the only people he spoke to yesterday were you and the exhausted-looking barista.

He thinks of the look on your face when you saw him, how you pouted so cutely when you threw the napkins away. The way your clothes stretched over your body.

I've gone mad, he thinks, as he throws on some clothes and dissipates to an alley in London.

-

I am literally insane, you think.

You've been sitting on a bench outside the coffee shop you almost went in yesterday for about half an hour now. It's too early for anyone else to be up and about yet, it's about 3 in the morning. You woke up last night realizing you didn't check your soul mark after meeting that stupidly hot guy. Sure enough, it was activated.

You twist your fingers anxiously, hoping and hoping that he will show up eventually. You'll be so sad if it's not him.

Suddenly, you hear an odd noise in a nearby alley. Nervously, you run your hands along your pepper spray.

Turning your head to look, you see him. Disheveled and breathing heavy, he locks eyes with you and storms over.

Feeling slightly lightheaded, you rush towards him and lift your tongue up so he can see. Tears of happiness and overwhelm run down your face when he nods and shows you his activated mark.

"Can I...?" You open your arms, asking for a hug.

Hesitating, he steps into your embrace, standing like a stiff board while you sniffle into his shirt and squeeze him tight.

You have a good feeling about this.

(not sure how to end it so ill call it here 🤗)

[kurtmustdie]

okay heres the fucking thing about this script controversy that some people don't seem to get.

just gonna say it blatently:

strap in babes this is gonna be a long one!

The way Miguel O'Hara is written in the leaked transcripts is blatantly racist, here's why from a Latino himself!

all wrapped up in a sweet little bow for everyone who doesn't know how to comprehend what they're reading, cheers!

er. i mean.

¡Salud!

Miguel fans are not mad that they depicted him in a bad light and that they made it clear that he is in the wrong

WE FUCKING KNOW. WE'RE NOT STUPID.

Miguel has been depicted as a morally grey asshole since the early 1990s, which is when Spider-Man 2099 was initially debuted. And while yes, the movies are.... inaccurate, to say the least, it still stands.

The issue here is how he is depicted. They directly call Miguel O'Hara, a Latino man, an ANIMAL (he is directly called an animal TWICE. FUCKING TWICE.)

[1st image id: Miguel leaps onto Vulture, Clawing his way in past the renaissance armor. he is an ANIMAL. (keep in mind ANIMAL is literally in all caps.) /end id]

[2nd image id: Miguel SLASHES at the walls of light that surround Miles. Clawing the energy field apart, an animal in the throes of bloodlust -- /end id]

I need you to really soak in the fact that he is called "AN ANIMAL" twice. I'm awful at alts and ids but I feel I must so you can read it in plain text. sorry if they suck.

Our issue is not that the writers seem to have a bias against the character. a lot of writers write characters they dont particularly like and in turn tend to write them from a foggy lense of their own perception. An example would be Kate Cary and how she didn't like Crowfeather, a character she had to write about. I'm sure some of her bias seeped through. but this is different.

writing a Latino man as a bloodthirsty animal, implied to be called a predator because they call one of the people he fights (im not sure if its miles or the vulture, im leaning towards believing the former.) his "prey", THOSE ARE ALL RACIAL STEREOTYPES. ALL OF THEM.

[3rd image id: But Miguel can only see his prey: /end id]

There is no context to be needed here, the context is that this is miguel we're talking about and that they call him an animal. it does not matter if he is a villain or not (which he isnt, factually he fucking isnt im tired of having this conversation, fuck you). it matters that he's depicted in a racially insensitive way.

and this person brought this up pretty well actually, I didn't even think of it:

[4th image id: Tumblr user @/404-505 saying:

i want to be so mean to them

they couldn't write miguel crossing the border and stealing a job so they wrote him crossing into another universe and stealing his own identity

they couldnt write miguel as a drug addict so they gave him spider steroids instead /end id.]

They bring up a really good point about these clear stereotypes being seemingly. . . disguised behind points that are narratively relevant? This could literally just be pure coincidence, but noting how the writers wrote him before... it isn't looking too good for them. Sorry. Not sorry.

It is clear that there is some kind of bias against miguel that led to really disgusting, racist retoric. Whether or not it was intentional or if it was a first draft or whatever, the writers, which may i remind you were white, still wrote this at some point.

it makes me question whether or not they hated him because of his "bullshit utopia", their words not mine, or because of their own racial biases.

We cannot know because miguel is the only mexican character on the cast. I know Miles is Puerto Rican, but there are differences between how they were portrayed. also Puerto Ricans and Mexicans come from competely different cultural backgrounds that share simularities but are still different dont even try i will destroy you.

Using another users words again, but:

[5th image id: Tumblr user @/transmiguelohara says:

Don't talk to me about the Miguel parts in the script. I'm so disappointed in how the writers view him.

The difference between the way Miguel is written (antagonist, not the villain) vs Spot (the villain, whats to kill Miles' dad and everyone he knows) is soooo.....I don't know man it just screams racism in sorry. Describing Miguel as a bloodthirsty animal? Repeatedly? Treating him like he's mindless and has no motivation beyond having a hair trigger temper? It sucks man. /end id]

It also strikes me that now that we finally have a brown-skinned miguel, they write him like, well. this.

I don't really know if this is petty or not, but I want to wrap this back to the way the fandom also sees Movie Miguel.

Because TRUST ME it is not good either.

Miguel O'Hara Vs. FANDOM: Spoilers, it's been troubling since the beginning.

From the beginning (and by beginning in this case I mean since he was announced to be a character in this movie) Miguel has been continuously sexualized, beyond belief. He is repeatedly called "papi cholo" which NEED I REMIND YOU "Cholo" is a derogatory term used to call someone, usually a mexican person, a criminal or a delinquent.

FUCK YOU if you are not Latino OR hispanic and use this to describe people. from the bottom of my heart.

I'm pretty sure the majority of the people who called/ still currently call him "papi cholo" are mixing it up with "papi chulo" (white people moment.) which means something completely different but is still troubling as hell.

"papi chulo", which is slightly different in the way, just directly translates to "big daddy". Which again, Latino men being overly sexual "Latin Lovers" is ALSO A RACIAL STEREOTYPE. also its just blatant fetishization. Point blank fucking period.

Not only that but I notice a lot of art and fanfiction depicts him doing a lot of violence, or being very overbearing and demeaning, or in short terms.

a lot of people write him as physically and sexually aggressive.

fuck do you mean he growls during sex i can and will send you to space with no return.

which

for the millionth time

racial stereotype

halleluiah or however you spell it.

Having him say random spanish phrases you don't know the meaning or connotations of in your fanfiction is icing on the cake at this point.

fucking end me.

it isn't even only sexual depictions, since he's been shown in the movie, a lot of people seem to just see him as this guy who goes off and tries to kill children at a hairs trigger. which uh. fun fact no he fucking doesnt.

you clearly didn't watch the movie as well as you thought you did. hes just sarcastic and generally pretty level headed through the majority of his runtime, whether its implied by how characters around him act, or its just what we see on screen.

He doesn't necessarily have anger issues, the moment we see at the climax of the film is quite literally a mental break. he is not acting in a way that he usually would because he was cracking under the stress of holding the multiverse together with some scotch tape and orange glitter glue.

Also side tangent but he also has a mental break in the comics that's a little more... droopy and sad as compared to the movie, but it still happens. he has shitty mental health is what im saying. he only really lashes out angrily when hes at his wits end because that's how he grew up. he was taught to suppress his feelings and seem smaller when he was upset.

he is the result of abuse and neglect. of course he wouldn't be amazing at emotional regulation.

Which before anyone says it no, this is not an excuse for his actions. just an explaination that isn't "hes an angry animal that has it out for miles UwU" that everyone seems to have in their brain. I'm tired of you all. truly.

the sentiment that hes agressive and angry and his only emotion is anger and upsetness unless he's horny which is when he experiences all these emotions tenfold is. racist. idk how clear i have to be for people to get it through their damn skulls that the way the fandom depicts him is harmful. do i need to slap you in the face with a fish until you understand. do i need to burn your fanfiction. will you get it now that a 15 year old latino boy has to scream it in your face.

and dont even get me STARED on how inaccurately he is written

this is a more light hearted section because idk. feels like i should have it because this part is just comical, pun intended. How can you fuck up this hard guys.

I was gonna give them the benefit of the doubt because "Miguel has fresh trauma!" "He only shows up for like 10 minutes!" "insert 3rd reason!" for his drastic change in demeanor and personality, which, without context, are valid reasons for him to be a little different. trauma fucks you up man. we only see 10 minutes of him. but at this point im chalking it up to complete incompetence

it doesnt take that long to read a comic book guys. you could have done a little research, I know you can do it.

first off:

[6th image id: Miguel's SPIDER-SENSE goes off! He races to the edge if the building and peers into an empty alley -- /end id]

LMFAO WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU MEAN "SPIDER-SENSE"

Unless you didn't get the total of TWO jokes that they made in ONE scene (the vulture fight scene), Miguel doesn't have a spider sense. at all. He has elevated senses, but he doesnt have a spider sense.

guys

guys.

you made TWO jokes IN A ROW about it. YOU WHACKED HIM IN THE HEAD TWICE WITH IT. HOW DID YOU FORGET

I cant help but laugh! this is a rookie mistake! these are seasoned writers! They could have done at least a little research, or at least remembered that he doesnt have one, no? is it that hard? or does his lack of a spider sense only matter when you're making fun of your least favorite character? thats what I thought.

this one is less funny. not to sound like a stereotypical comic nerd but this infuriated me a little bit I'm not gonna lie.

[8th image id: tumblr user @/darksidecorner reblogged tumblr user @/spiderxpawz with:

They definitely didn't

a screenshot of the script reads:

AN INDUSTRIAL TANGLE OF HUGE PISTONS -- the literal DARK UNDERBELLY that undergrids Miguel's bullshit Utopia.

Miles doesn't know where to go... but he doesn't need to: SOMEONE YANKS him up into the safety of an alcove.

the user then continues:

This in particular made me PISSED because they quietly canonized that Miguel is CEO of Alchemax while conveniently ignoring that he did everything in his fucking power to BETTER Neuva York. Downtown wasn't built by him. It was built by people WAY before him.

I can excuse and defend some comic deviation, but THIS? Holy FUCK /end id]

I honestly cant tell if I find this part funny or pathetic because seriously. he did not do this. why are you blaming him for something he had nothing to do with. i dont think he decided "hey i should build a city for rich people over poor people because reasons" when he was like... not even alive. Alchemax did this before he was even sentient. it had always been this way since he was born. he also actively hated this decision. because he actively hates alchemax.

but right MIGUELS bullshit Utopia yeah HE did this that EVIL LITTLE BABY i cant believe him

kill me.

In conclusion:

I. . . Don't really know, to be honest. I'm still processing all this. I am genuinely disappointed and upset because this isn't okay. It never will be, and if it takes yet another blunt essay with absolutely no filter for people to understand it then so be it. I don't care if this comes off as mean. This is something I feel qualified to talk about and I will express my disappointment and anger if I want to.

All of the posts I reference I have reblogged within the last 24 hours of making this post, they shouldn't be that hard to find, but if you want the links to them here they are:

https://www.tumblr.com/spiderxpawz/735344322114977792/live-mexican-reaction?source=share

https://www.tumblr.com/404-505/735289664739606528/they-couldnt-write-miguel-as-a-drug-addict-so?source=share

https://www.tumblr.com/transmiguelohara/735289238625648640/cant-believe-the-writers-have-the-same-reading?source=share

if you want your image to be removed or for your link to be removed just ask and I'll do it. but currently im kinda bummed out and tired.

goodbye.

[devilishdescent]

i find a lot of new ttrpg players quickly grow dissatisfied with their first player character, so today i thought id talk about my process for making a pc with staying power:

1. cut your stomach open and root around inside. at the exact midpoint between your heart and your gonads, you should find some sticky red crystals about the length of your forearm. pull one out, dry it off, sew yourself back up. dont forget to put a tarp down!

2. knap this crystal into a short blade. i personally shoot for a gladius kind of shape to maximize blood draw, but first timers may find it easier to just do a spike. my crystals tend to grow pretty wide so ymmv.

3. leave the blade to set for a few days. while you wait, practice a voice for your character! character voice can be daunting, but it will help you and your scene partners both by drawing a distinction between you the player and you the character. I often find that i dont “know” a character im playing until 3-4 sessions in when i settle into using their voice.

once your crystal has fully blackened and begun to attract flies, you know it’s ready.

4. set a time to meet up with your gm (game master). some gms prefer to get right into it, but when im going to gm for someone i like to share some wine and talk about the kind of themes and arcs youd like to work through first. just ask!

when you’re both ready, you may begin to ritually disembowel yourself with the putrid blade. (eeeeeverybody gets nervous their first time with this but its really easy, if youve ever scooped out a pumpkin it’s the same thing)

once again, a tarp will save you SO much time and money.

5. once your body cavity is empty, place the blade upright inside. by this point the crystal should have absorbed enough of your soul that just looking at it makes you sick, so sewing yourself up again ought to be a welcome relief!

aaaand that’s it! if you’ve done everything correctly, thinking about what kind of character youd like to play should cause the blade leap up into your throat and stab you in the brain. simply follow the resulting visions with a perverse fanaticism and youre all set!!! have fun!!! 😌

[sagethegremlin]

saltpep to me is very tragic because throughout the show, we never really see pepper express herself that much. whenever she's doing something with salt, you can constantly see that after she says something, she'll look to salt for approval (for a really good example of this id rec watching fans fantastic features 4), and oftentimes when she's saying something, she's speaking in tandem with salt. in ii16, when she says "salt, i'm latching on!" salt is passive aggressive and dismisses her, and you can see how ashamed pepper is of herself. i could imagine things like this happen often. the most expressive we ever see pepper is in s2e12, when after only interacting with salt for what is presumed to be many years, finally gets so fed up she punches her in the face, presumably killing her (but even then, all of her actions are still revolving around salt). but in the normal timeline of the show, she never gets the chance to get that fed up with her (one very important thing id like to point out is that in the alternate timeline, its very interesting that we dont see oj there at ALL, and i really think thats the difference between alternate pepper and our current pepper), and even in ii18 when salt interrupts oj and paper, pepper finds the need to make excuses for salt, dragging her away. keep in mind that before that moment, the last moment we saw salt and pepper together was salt being passive aggressive to her. pepper has NO REASON to be like this to salt right now, but that's her best friend, her whole WORLD

and that's where the whole saltpep element of it comes into play. through spending so much time with salt, pepper has been conditioned to always do whatever she wants, and doesn't ever have the chance to express herself. i think if pepper ever realized she had feelings for salt, it would be absolutely devastating. not only is there that classic lesbian agony of being in love with your best friend but not wanting to ruin the relationship, but on top of that she knows that salt loves oj, regardless of how many times everyone has tried to discourage her. pepper would never be able to see herself as someone who is worthy of salts love. she isn't a millionaire, she isn't successful, she's just salt's sidekick (and she isn't a man, if we want to play into that aspect of it). so there's her having to constantly compare herself to oj, and then there's also the way she never gets to express herself. her knowing her place as a compliment to salt would make it impossible for her to ever speak up about her feelings. she does whatever salt does, and feelings for salt would be something she knows is uniquely her own. it doesn't matter if they would be perfect together, everything she's been through and everything she's used to would never let her be able to take that leap

[wannaeatramyeon]

Hi, i dont know if requests are open but, if they are, could I request a Samuel x Shy!reader where he loves to fluster her in the most inappropriate way, especially in public because she's like an open book.

Hey anon! Thanks for requesting! Samuel knows exactly what he's doing to you here.

Samuel Seo x Reader: Flustering you in public

3 lil silly scenes

"You look good enough to eat."

Your boyfriend had picked this outfit out for you, and boy, can't you tell. He likes his own things this side of fitted, so it's no surprise that this dress is particularly tight and revealing.

"Don't say that when we're out!" Trying to hide the effect his words have, you fiddle with your dress, covering up your cleavage, worrying you're at risk of getting arrested for public exposure.

"Y/N," Samuel says, and that stops you in your track. He peers down at you before shrugging off his own jacket and placing it on your shoulders.

"T-thanks..." You breathe in the comforting scent of his cologne and musk, appreciating him offering a solution to your discomfort.

With gentle hands, he tilts your face up to him, thumb running along your lower lip.

"Maybe we should have stayed in," he murmurs, eyes now dark and intense, "I could be spending the entire evening doing things to you."

Samuel's words and actions leave you blushing furiously, especially as images of said things run through your head. You feel a pang of regret that you're not spending the evening in bed too.

At least the night is still young.

.

.

"What you smiling at?"

"Just thinking about you last night," Samuel replies.

Oh. Last night.

Last night was fucking salacious. At one point, multiple points in fact, you thought you had died and gone to heaven.

Your boyfriend continues, a glint in his eyes as he recognises the dreamy look that has taken over your face when you recall a particular fond memory. "You came so hard. So many times. You soaked the bed-"

"SAMUEL!" Your face flushes bright red as you leap to cover his mouth, eyes nervously darting around to see if anyone has overheard.

He smirks against your palm before he removes it, "Samuel? You only call me that when I'm in trouble. How about I make it up to you later?"

Your flush spreads towards the rest of your body.

.

.

"What do you think?"

Samuel reappears from the dressing room in a new outfit, and your throat dries up.

"Uhh...." No thoughts, only tits. Only abs. Only powerful shoulders and strong arms.

You hand comes up to check if your nose is bleeding because. Just. Goddamn.

Of course your boyfriend is hot, even a blind person could see how hot Samuel is. But him in something casual really is something else considering all the suits he wears.

It really is a nice change of pace. Very very nice.

Wait. You double, triple check you're not having a nose bleed.

"Don't worry," Samuel leans in close, "I'll fuck you in this later."

Ah. Now comes the nosebleed.

[ashleyloveswriting]

Can we not? | osamu miya x gn!reader

| reader comes home to osamu in bed with another, what’s his first reaction? “you bet not touch her”

| tw: cheating, angst, hurt, suggestive, alcohol, happy ending?

ever since you came back from visiting family, osamu seemed a bit.. off. sure he wasn’t the most affectionate person in the world but he never dodged it before or declined sex. besides him acting weird, life just wasn’t at its tip top for you right now. your friends noticed that. so to get you out of the house they all proposed a night out, bar hopping.

you couldn’t really bring yourself to drink. the most you ingested that night was a stale beer. the whole night you had a pit at the bottom of your stomach. something was wrong, yet you couldn’t quite pin point it. after declining you dont know how many offers to dance; you decided to go home.

you told osamu you’d be back around 12am. sure he won’t mind you coming home a little early — if he was even woke that was.

—

you make it back to your apartment complex and quietly shuffle your key into the hole. you walk in and remove your shoes. the house is all but quiet - you hear a woman’s loud whiny voice and assume it’s some show osamu is watching.

you go to the kitchen and quietly make your self a glass of water, barely feeling a buzz from the drink you had. you hear a loud bang coming from the master bedroom and it startles you.

it’s continuous. followed by several loud ‘thwaps’ you start to get a bit nervous, the burning in your chest getting stronger.

you tiptoe down the hall to the shut bedroom door. you take a deep breath and crack the door open. your heart sinks. either osamu found a new position to jerk off in or-

“osamu?” you utter, your voice cracking. osamu jumped up from his current position. “oh fuck-” his eyes are wide and his mouth even wider. you don’t even notice you’re crying til you feel tears drip from your chin.

“y/n, i thought you said you weren’t coming til twelve- i- fuck i um,” he’s babbling on excuses and you can’t even hear him. you look past him and see her. laying in your bed. under your covers.. naked. is she wearing your head scarf? and she’s looking bewildered as if she’s the victim.

wait, you know her. she’s osamu’s new employee. you see her everytime you go to your boyfriends’ onigiri shop. grabbing lunch and leaving with a kiss. she- she knew about me. she..

“y/n, are you listening to me?” he asks grabbing you by your shoulders and shaking you. he must’ve slipped on his underwear while you were in your head. underwear you bought him.

“GET YOUR FUCKING HANDS OFF OF ME,” you sob, jerking his hands off of you. he backs up, looking almost shocked. “YOU-

your knees buckle almost causing you almost drop to the floor. you catch yourself and lean against the wall - hyperventilating. is he serious? after all these years? high school sweethearts for what? all those firsts for what? for him to go off and fuck the first thing he found appetizing. what did she have that you didn’t? was the sex better? was the connection sweeter?

“you fucking-,” you leap towards her. she seemed so innocent, helping make your lunch. smiling with you, hugged you once even. had she no shame? osamu jumps infront of you; blocking her.

“don’t you fucking touch her!” he yells.

your vision is complete blurred by tears now. was he really protecting her? from you? you jump back out of his grip. your chest hurts bad. you feel like you could die from a broken heart right now.

“osamu are- y- you serious?” you ask, pulling yourself together. he stares at you, was that pity in his eyes? you sniffle and take their silence as an answer.

“im.. gonna go..” you say, lips quivering. it barely comes out as a whimper. he hears it though. you didn’t even notice you were digging your fingernails into your palms til you stopped.

making the pain more prominent.

yet the physical pain you felt right now was in nowhere comparable to the emotional pain you felt.

[iwaoiness]

Japan is one set ahead of Argentina, and if they win this fourth set, they'll make it to the final. However, Argentina isn’t making it easy for them, returning every point and applying pressure, especially with their blocking. Each play becomes more intense, faster, and overwhelming.

The players move with the fluidity of a river, functioning like a perfectly synchronized machine, not a single misstep. Oikawa Tooru takes a glance at the opposite side; two seconds are all he needs for his mind to plan the next move. As his libero delivers a perfect pass, Oikawa rushes under the ball and leaps into the air to set it. Hyakuzawa stays in front of him while Ushijima and Suna handle the Argentine ace. Tooru grins hungrily, drenched in sweat, and in the last second, changes his stance, sending a powerful spike that cuts through the air like an arrow.

The crowd erupts into wild cheers as the point secures the victory in this set. Oikawa is quickly swarmed by his teammates, ruffling his hair and patting him on the back in congratulations. Surrounded by his team, Tooru glances over at the Japanese bench, his lips curling into a teasing smile as his eyes lock with Iwaizumi’s, who stands with his thick arms crossed. Iwa rolls his eyes but can't hide the soft smile tugging at his lips.

A whistle blows, signaling the short break before the fifth and final set. Everyone heads to their benches, Oikawa nearly jogging with his hands clasped together. However, he stops right in front of the opposing bench, his smile widening as Hajime meets him.

"This isn’t your team, Shittykawa"

Tooru wants to send all hell, jump on him, and kiss him again until their lips ache.

"Can't my Iwa-chan handle having a VNL finalist in front of him?" he gasps dramatically, placing a hand on his chest.

Iwaizumi rolls his eyes with a snort.

"That remains to be seen, idiot"

"Oh! Speaking of seeing," Tooru leans in, tilting his head as his grin stretches wider, alerting Hajime because he knows that smile all too well. "Did you see the foul in the third set?"

The athletic trainer blinks, frowning slightly in confusion.

"The fuck are you talking about? What foul?"

"You know," Oikawa purses his lips for a moment to keep from laughing, "that foul."

“Tooru, I’m sure there wasn’t any foul.”

Oikawa sighs, pouting adorably.

"Wrong! Just ask me again, Iwa-chan!"

This time, Hajime raises an eyebrow.

"Why?"

"Just ask me!" Oikawa repeats, practically vibrating with excitement.

"I swear if this is one of your stupid tricks, I’m going to—"

"Come oooon, ask meee!"

"Ugh, fine," Hajime groans, pinching the bridge of his nose. "What fucking foul?"

And like a tulip blooming open to the world, Tooru’s toothy smile blossoms on his face, sweet, serene, and loving.

"Fouling in love with you!"

Iwaizumi’s eyes widen, and for a second, he feels his heart stop completely before it bursts into a pounding rhythm that shakes his ribs, roars in his ears, and flutters in his stomach.

"You... You are—" Hajime, with flushed cheeks and ears, tries to say something, but he’s left opening and closing his mouth like a fish out of water. "How... Just... Argh, fucking damn it!" he finally curses, covering his face with both hands while Oikawa stands in front of him, laughing, loud, childlike, and affectionate.

"Don’t be shy, Hajime-chan!" Oikawa teases a little more, moving in to wrap him in a warm hug, forgetting entirely about the cameras, the fans, their teammates, the coaches, and the fact that they’re going viral (again) on social media.

...

silly thing of my silly boys cuz i need dopamine and serotonin bc my laptop decided to die 3 days ago and i had to take it to the technician and im still waiting for him to tell me if it has salvation and i HOPE it does bc in there are SEVEN years of my life (and my haikyuu fics im crying dont touch me)

but at least i've my phone and can write little iwaoi drabbles for yall #positivism

thank u so so so much today and every day for reading and supporting <33

u can find me on my ao3 🍉

[noctilin]

Hi jez!! ive been a long time follower of yours and your art has been a huge help when i was struggling in school. Hope you dont mind me asking this out of the blue but Im graduating soon and i still dunno if the careerpath i'll be taking is one i wanna take for life. I really like art, but im not really good at it, and i dont rlly have the means to "follow my passion". Im curious, do you do art for a living full time, or are you doing art while also having a quote unquote "real job"?

it doesnt really help that my parents arent very supportive of my art hobbies as of now, especially since im not making any money out of it. Money speaks as they say... LOL

hello!! i answered a question similar to this before you might be interested in. but tldr, i draw for a living! mainly freelance illustration.

commitment to art as a career is such a... complicated topic, i won't lie. even more difficult when you don't really have a sturdy support system like you say :( unfortunately, most people don't realize this is or isn't what they want until they take that leap.

personally, at first, it felt good, affirming to earn a living out of my art, it still does, but after years of it, i realized i would rather not monetize my work. it caused me to develop a complicated relationship with my creative process over the years. it often makes me question if i feel fulfilled with what i do, or if i'm only making this a means to survive. it burns me out constantly. even in the present, i have to continuously recondition my own perception of my process. but i'm currently not in a good position to just switch out my career.

i have been incredibly lucky that my art garners interest the way it does, and i make sure not to take it for granted. but i cannot hide how mentally draining it is to draw because i need to make ends meet instead of drawing because of the joy of it.

i like my art, i just wish i could enjoy it without worrying about a hungry stomach at the same time. 😅

i guess the point i'm making from all this is that money as a motivator in a creative field can be a mind killer. some people can do it, but i've rarely met such personalities... so what i'll say is this: if you want to learn and be around creatives, i would encourage going to art school, if you can. but going to art school isn't the end of it all either if you find it difficult to enroll yourself in one. art is accessible to all nowadays! just take a few google or youtube searches and maybe a little trip to the library, regardless if you want to keep it as a hobby or pursue it professionally. i've met a lot of artists who've landed full time jobs in studios without finishing an art degree. it's just a matter of letting your portfolio talk for you, a little bit of luck, and surrounding yourself with people who spark and uplift your creative spirit.

i know this is all still uncertain, but if there's anything i'm sure about, it's the fact that you don't have to give up art to live. art is living. it can still be your hobby if it doesn't end up as your job. and even if it doesn't become your career now, it's not impossible to have it in the future. i hope you find your way and, for what it's worth, congratulations on your upcoming graduation :)!

[ttheggrimrreaper]

Episode 6: Dog Fights

Blue lock x reader (Fem!manager)

When you stepped into the locker room all you heard was barking. The dogs, were barking.

"Well, our first mistake was making Isagi Center forward!! I should be next!" Rachi shouted waving his arms around

"No. You probably shouldn't." You said to no one in general. You were feeling a little... Angered right now. Why? Well there are a million reasons. The ringing in your ear of Naruhaya claiming he should be next was one of them.

"well All I know is that I am never playing on defense again" Igarashi chimed in. Look at you, remembering the names of the animals forced onto you.

"You probably will be." Once more you added, standing in the corner arms crossed. Rachi made some other comment about how losers shouldn't be talking, and then came along Imamura to instigate. Even Gin and Naruhaya join the bickering.

"... ENOUGH!" You saw Kouns mouth open, but you beat him too it. You finally had a chance to actually manage something and not have to fight 3 other girls for it. "look at you! Acting like dogs, get is together! Suck it up!"

"We are all in this together." They all turned there attention to Koun, not that you ever had it. Because how dare you speak up and try to say something.

He explains something about needing 7 points. You zoned up when he mentioned how each team would get 6 points or something. Well you didn't come out, just focused on Isagi... Who was currently sitting in the corner.. didnt he just won a goal? Why wasn't he just jumping for joy?

"If you have ideas let's hear them!" Igarashi asked, Koun confessed to having none. So you leaped in and grabbed this chance by the neck.

"I do! I have ideas and I know for a fact y'all are gonna listen because you don't have anything else!!" Was that last part really necessary? No. But you really needed them to listen. "You are not a team. That's the problem-"

"without Bachira and Isagi I would have never scored"

Oh how you were tempted to leap across this locker room and strangle Kunigami. Just a nice... Quick.. death for him. But you contained yourself, you would not lower down to that level. Yet anyway. You needed to earn their respect, and all you had to do was wait,, again.

So you did. You waited as the bickering started up once more. And you were going to wait until a lovely dog named Bachira walked out butt naked. To which you promptly gasped, and turned around. Seems no one else has an issue. Then chigiri chimed in... Which seemed to be the final step for you.

"Oh shut up." You said blankly. Hand on your hip as you turned to chigiri. As beautiful as the boy was, right now anger filled your mind. "You haven't done ANYTHING to help the team. Key word: ANYTHING. All you do is make some useless comments!"

The team seemed to go silent, as one does when a fight looks as though it was to break out. You, were no main character with plot protection. You didn't get to be saved from being glared at and cast out. But if you kept talking maybe you did.

"Ego is telling you all 'dont play as a team, play for yourself!' or some dumb shit like that. Soccer is a team sport!! Team!! 1 more time: TEAM! Now let's think this though, you get to score, if the rest of the team agrees to let you!"

Thankfully Koun had decided that you needed this, and you did. You needed the respect. And apparently calling them out on each and every flaw was more than enough to get that, for the most part.being on the side lines gave you a different look, a look as to what soccer was supposed to be in Egos eyes.

"Create 0, into 1. So... With that in mind, the beehive y'all made was 0. The 1, was Barous goal." Isagi seemed to be finally interested in the conversation, looking up from his hands, and the way he nodded along made it seem as though he thought the same. "Barou created a environment where the team wanted to work together. A environment where they put their egos aside for the better. All you want to do is play rock paper scissors and hope to god the rest of you stick to the plan."

That's what made soccer. A team, but with the importance of being top scorer, that's all they cared about. Meaning that even if they failed everyone around them, they would still move on. It was only when you heard a chime of the TV turning on that you shut up turning to look at it. Ego on screen.

"Correct my little diamonds in the ruff"

And this was your cue to zone out. Ego, was not helping. Forcing into the heads that soccer without a true team dynamic as possible. Basically to ego a team was, scare the rest into submission. So it was best for you to just... Cut it all out. By the time you zoned back in the man had his head thrown back like some sort of freak.

'this man,.. is insane.' you said to yourself, he looked insane, because he clearly was! He hopped off screen quickly, or maybe it was longer. You were busy trying not to beat Bachira with a towel and yell at him to get some damned pants on.

"Well.. you said you had an idea?" Chigiri said behind you, either he was over it, or he was waiting for a chance to get his revenge from you interrupting him... Followed by the other things you did.

"Thank you. Now, let's start with getting out striker weapons listed hmm?" holding up a clipboard and clicking a pen, the race to the top had finally begun.

"As far as mottos go, Mine is 'Sexy Soccer.'" quote from Rachi, that was going to the quote book. "As for my weapon, my shoot technique

"Nothing to do with this but I love the participation!" You smiled and hummed, you were not gonna write that down however. You did write down his weapon however.

"Oh! Mine would be getting behind the enemy" Naruhaya chirped in from behind you,

"Body control." Gin said blankly

"I would be a all rounder.." imeon said, you wrote all of these down.

"My never give up attitude!!" Igarashi said. Useless you thought, also a lie as this kid looked as though he wanted to storm off the field the whole game.

"My left leg shooting power." And thank you Kunigami for adding something actually useful. You too Gin and Rachi. Naruhaya.. wel. You tried bud.

"Speed and technique for sure!" Imamura hummed, another actually useful thing, damn, were you in a mood right now. Everybody went forward rather smoothly. Bachira with dribbling obviously. Koun and jumping. It wasn't until Isagi came around and he didn't know what his was.

"Then we skip you, chigiri," you didn't have time to comfort the child. Pointing your pencil to chigiri.

"I would rather not say" he responded.. the teams as silent until Igarashi piped in.

"You do realize that whole point of the conversation was to figure out eachother weapons,"

"Yeah,. Doesn't change anything." And once again you feel the urge to strangle someone, but no y/n control yourself. With a sighed you spoke up once more,

"Okay.. see this good. But you can't use these weapons unless you also get help."

"And I have a plan for that." Koun held up a notebook, his plan Next it's me 11. Damn, this man sucked with names.

Next up its me 11 was a ultra offensive strategy. They would divided up the clock for ten minutes per person with them as center forward, switching clockwise every rotation. The order they chose was by rank, the supporting players would be pawns for the center forward.. solid plan, no one seemed to argue, imeon and chirgiri staying on defense. With that, the lovely pow wow ended. You all dispersing. Thankfully you had returned to your room late, the other girls fast asleep and you followed along rather quickly.

Blue Lock Master List

[cosmic-ghost-hermit]

Take what resonates and leave behind what doesn't. Be open to new perspectives! 🖤🩶🤍

PILE 1

Crystal: Crocodile Jasper

Astrology: Cancer♋️, Capricorn♑️, Virgo♍️, Leo♌️

This reading makes me so upset. Mostly because I have been in a situation similar to this before. You are so hardworking and good at everything you do. The catch is everyone where you are making money is using your power and abusing your generosity. You are basically holding up the building while everyone else slacks off and dumps their work on you. Set up some boundaries and do not allow them to walk all over you this way. It does look like if you set this boundary with them it will cause those who you are helping to lash out at you. Do not be discouraged by this. Contact HR or your supervisor and request a fair working environment. You are not getting paid enough to do all that work. Either demand fair payment or ask that the extra work you took on be redistributed to your team. You should not have to work yourself to death for people who are unwilling to return your generosity.

💖🐙🌸🌷🍚🎹🛁🌺🍉🍣🎟️🩰🐭🏩🎀🏳️‍⚧️🧠🥚👛

PILE 2

Crystal: Moss Agate

Astrology: Sagittarius♐️, Aquarius♒️, Scorpio♏️, Libra♎️

You have a wonderful new opportunity coming pile 2! Have no fear and surge forward in this opportunity. It is in your chosen field! If it isn’t in your field then it will lead you to something in your field. Start planning now! The people you will be working with are amazing and just the right flavor for you. There is an energy of independence in this reading though. It doesn’t seem extremely prominent but just in case I’ll mention it. Do not let yourself fall into hyper independence. It could alienate you from this amazing opportunity. It is gonna be so exciting. You could be traveling in this career and seeing a BUNCH of new environments. Be open to this new opportunity and take the leap.

🧡🍊🍻🏆🥇🦁🎵🏀☄️🦞⛺️🌇🥧🔝🥮🍔🥐⚡️🌾🦊🧶🥵

PILE 3

Crystal: Dragon Stone

Astrology: Gemini♊️, Aries♈️, Taurus♉️, Pisces♓️

This reading shows me a very understandable circumstance. You are at a roadblock in the form of a decision. You work in a family business or a field you have been dedicated to but has been extremely draining and unfruitful. The decision is based upon if you want to continue in your current situation or make your own path. A warning that if you stay in your current job it will go absolutely nowhere. You will not be moved to a higher position. You will not be given any compensation for how much time and love you have put into this career. You will not enjoy continuing this work. This could also be a field you are going to school for. Maybe some family encouraged you to get into this field because everyone in your family has gone into this field. My advice is to carve your own path and discover what truly fills you with passion. That path will be more rewarding and more fun. Abundance will fill your pockets and your heart if you choose what is best for you.

💚🌳🐛🌻🍏🥬🔋♻️🫒💲🫛🏝️🦖👒🦜🥗🥑🌍🇧🇷

EDIT: i know it says readind now, my partner pointed it out. dont worry about it. i have dyslexia :3